Two hours later, we were still walking.
Still no sign of shelter.
Still no water.
And the sun? Still blazing — brighter than ever.
I glanced at Alicia again. She was pushing through it, but it was starting to show. Her shoulders drooped a little more with every step. Sweat beaded at her brow, and her usual calm was slipping, replaced by sheer exhaustion.
It wasn't that she was physically weak. Not at all. But she was a creature of the night. Born and raised in the cool, moonlit regions of her homeland — a place where the sun rarely touched the ground and a chilly mist hung in the air even at midday. Being exposed to relentless sunlight like this was… well, if not painful, definitely draining. And worse — we had no water.
And no blood.
For Alicia, that was even more critical. Vampires could go without it for a while, sure, but not indefinitely. She needed a supply. Needed to replenish what she lost.
